Seraphine set the plate down gently on the small table beside Kana, her movements calm and deliberate, as though she were afraid to startle her.
Kana hesitated for a moment before taking the food, her guarded eyes never leaving Seraphine's face.
Despite everything, it was hard to hate her—Seraphine was treating her far too well for someone holding her captive.
The dish was unfamiliar, its aroma rich and comforting, but Kana didn't question it.
Hunger eventually won out, and she finished the entire plate without realizing how quickly the time had passed.
When she finally set the empty dish aside, her gaze drifted back to Seraphine.
"…Why are you even in this line of work? It doesn't suit you at all."
Kana asked softly, resting her chin against her palm.
Seraphine froze briefly, her lashes lowering as if she needed a moment to collect her thoughts.
Then, slowly, she lifted her gaze, her expression calm but touched with something far away.
